Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
"Will you stop—-shit!"
She suddenly threw herself at him, and Christopher, caught entirely by surprise, fell back against the bed...and with his curvy, beautiful, and completely fucking naked Vixen falling right on top of him.
Vixen, seeing that Christopher was once again about to say something unnecessarily gentlemanly, quickly wagged a finger at him. "Don't even think about it, Mr. Masterton," she said firmly. "I have no idea why you suddenly think it's wrong to make love to me, but I'm telling you once and for all - what we have is completely right."
"Vixen—-"
She quickly pressed a finger over the athlete's lips to silence him. "We are going to have sex tonight, and we are going to enjoy it." Vixen wished her cheeks weren't turning red as she was speaking, but oh well. At least she wasn't stammering. That should save her from sounding completely foolish.
Christopher saw Vixen take a deep breath, and when this caused her big, beautiful breasts to jiggle right above his face...
I give up, Christopher thought.
Vixen was just about to ask Christopher if he had any objections when he suddenly took hold of her hand.
"Christopher!" Vixen ended up gasping his name when the athlete nipped the finger she had over his lips, and the moment her gaze clashed with his, Christopher took it as his cue to feed her finger straight into his mouth.
Oh!
And then he started to suck.
Oh!
Her mind reeled. How strangely good it felt, to have Christopher sucking on her finger, and did this mean—-
Could this mean she had convinced him—-
Christopher, seeing Vixen's gaze turn hesitantly questioning, reluctantly pulled her finger out of his mouth. "You win, m'dear."
Her face broke into a smile, and it was the loveliest fucking thing to see.
The loveliest really, but also the hottest, which was why...
Vixen didn't even have time to be shocked, with the athlete moving so fast, that by the time she realized he had reversed their positions, he already had his shirt off, and the sight of his bare muscular chest with its light sprinkle of hair had Vixen feeling even fainter.
Swoonworthy, she thought dazedly yet again.
He was so, so swoonworthy, and oh, she could stare all day long at that beautiful chest of his, with its sexy, rippling muscles that made her fingers itch to—-oh my!
Christopher had momentarily left the bed to get rid of his pants and briefs, and in the next second, Vixen was treated to her first sight of a fully naked man, and um...was it just her or did that penis of his look a little, well, too...much?
There were just too many inches of it length and width-wise, and...oh my.
Christopher had finally started moving back towards the bed, and the closer he got, the bigger his cock even seemed. Just really, really big that Vixen was torn between fear and excitement by the time Christopher joined her in bed, and all she could do was take deep gulps of breath as she felt him pry her legs open and settle his powerful body between them.
Hazel eyes locked with hers, and Vixen felt her mouth dry at the sheer hunger she glimpsed in his gaze. If it had been any other guy, Vixen knew such a look could've frightened and sickened her, but because this was Christopher, the man she likely loved...
Christopher's nostrils flared when Vixen's juices started scenting the air, and without taking his gaze off her face, he reached between their bodies to touch her sex—-
Vixen whimpered in shock, and she whimpered again when Christopher showed her his fingers coated with her wetness...just before licking and sucking them.
Oh my God.
This time, she could literally feel her sex throbbing as more moisture gushed out to line her folds, and she heard Christopher release a low growl as the air around them grew thicker with the scent of sex.
"Can you smell that, m'dear?"
A moan escaped her.
"That's how much you want me," he purred, "and this..."
Vixen whimpered as he captured her hand and made her fingers wrap around his thick, throbbing manhood.
"—-is how much I want you."
Vixen couldn't help looking down as Christopher's large, strong hand covered hers and slowly taught her how to stroke his cock.
It felt so lewd, seeing her pale fingers wrapped around the silken steel of his erection, but at the same time it also felt really, really good. As his hand left hers, and she was able to stroke and work his cock the way he taught her, hearing Christopher's breath turn harsh with need made her pussy throb harder, and it was then Vixen realized that hearing him enjoy her touch turned her on.
And when Christopher also began stroking her own sex...
Ooooooh.
His fingers began to match the stroke and pace of her own fingers, and so when she started stroking him faster, so did Christopher. And when she thought of squeezing his cock hard enough to make the athlete groan—-